Chapter 93

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Feng Yiping clapped his hands and squatted down, saying, "I'm Feng Yiping, from Liangjiahe Middle School. I'm coming to the school this afternoon to participate in the competition. You can find the teacher now, or you can find the teacher this afternoon; I'll accompany you either way!"

That kid finally became obedient, his head lowered, and he curled up into a ball, saying nothing.

The two girls were also scared and retreated to the side, not daring to come closer. The one in the white dress even put her hands to her heart, looking at Feng Yiping with some fear.

Feng Yiping really wanted to say to her, "Bitch, stop being so dramatic," or "Ugly people are always making a fuss." But thinking it was pointless, he just glared at them and waited for the other two girls, who were also stunned, to come over.

Zhang Qiuling finally felt vindicated and looked at the two girls who were helping the otaku boy up, "Feng Yiping, you're really cool! But why did you chase after him and hit him? What did he say at the end?"

"He was cursing my mother," Feng Yiping said calmly.

"Will it cause any trouble?" the first-year girl asked, somewhat worried.

"It won't, at most he'll just feel a bit uncomfortable," Feng Yiping knew this. Beating someone also requires skill. In such a small conflict, hitting the fleshy parts of the body is the right choice, specifically the buttocks and the stomach.

But kicking someone's buttocks from behind has a bit of a sneaky feel. Since we have the right on our side, if we have to fight, we should do it openly.

"What if the teacher investigates?" the first-year girl asked again, looking like she was definitely a good student.

"It's fine, at worst they won't let me participate in the competition, I don't care."

Feng Yiping really didn't care. This competition had no prize money and wouldn't add points to the college entrance exam. At most, it would bring some honor to the school, and his absence wouldn't make much difference.

"Why would they investigate us?" Zhang Qiuling was dissatisfied with this response, "He was the one who kept provoking us, why should we let him bully us?"

The three of them waited at the school gate for a while, seeing no teachers chasing after them and not encountering any classmates from their school. Feng Yiping originally wanted to wait until 11 o'clock as Mr. Liu had said, but the two girls, including Zhang Qiuling, were quite anxious and kept urging him, "Let's go back first!"

So, they went back first.

They didn't go into the room but waited in the lobby, enjoying the fan and reading newspapers, feeling quite comfortable.

But the comfort didn't last long. The fan stopped, and the lobby darkened. The waiter went out to check and said, "The power is out!"

It was dark and stuffy inside, so they decided to go to the entrance to catch some wind.

When Mr. Liu returned with four third-year students, he saw them and was a bit angry, "Even the third-year students are waiting at the entrance, why did you come back first?"

Feng Yiping didn't need to defend himself; the two girls immediately went up to him, chattering about what had happened.

Not every fat person is a potential stock, but every woman is a natural actress! As Zhang Qiuling spoke, tears almost welled up in her eyes, even though she had been smiling just a moment ago.

Mr. Liu felt a headache. How could this trip be so unlucky? If he had known, he shouldn't have taken on this task.

"Regardless, hitting someone is wrong," he said to Feng Yiping.

"I know, but if someone curses my parents again, I'll still hit them," Feng Yiping bluntly stated his position.

Well, he's not a compliant one, but Mr. Liu couldn't really do anything to him now. He didn't have the authority to punish him, and he couldn't even speak harshly, as it might affect his performance, and Wang Yumin would definitely have a word with him.

As for making them apologize to the other party, forget it. The other party kept provoking them, and they were just retaliating. Besides, if he forced them to apologize, Vice Principal Zhang would definitely find a reason to blame him when they returned to school.

I entrusted my daughter to you, and she was bullied. Now you want her to apologize to others? How could anyone be satisfied with that?

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. Hopefully, the other party won't investigate this afternoon.

With no power, they decided to check out and found a nearby small restaurant. This time, they didn't dare order dishes but only let them choose between fried rice and noodles. Mr. Liu's reasoning was sound, "It's better to keep it simple to avoid any stomach issues during the exam this afternoon."

Halfway through the simple meal, the sky darkened again, as if it was going to rain. But by the time they reached the Experimental Middle School, the rain still hadn't come, and the sky remained dark and gloomy.

It was not yet one o'clock, and the exam was to start in more than forty minutes. There was nowhere to go, so they found a place to sit in the school.

After passing the gate, they saw a crowd of people gathered. The onlookers were all students, and in the middle, someone was squatting and fiddling with something. Next to him was a man in slacks and a short-sleeved shirt, with a big belly.

Not only was Mr. Liu feeling uneasy, but the head of the Experimental Middle School, Ye Tianlong, was also feeling frustrated.

A good competition, which was a chance for their school to shine, had been disrupted by a power outage.

The power outage wasn't a big issue; the ceiling fans wouldn't work, but the candidates would just be a bit hotter. But the sky remained dark, and even moving the exam to the top floor, the fifth floor, didn't provide good lighting. It wouldn't be right to have everyone take the exam by candlelight.

He had people rewire a few classrooms on the first floor and borrowed a generator from the post and telecommunications office. The wiring was done, and the generator was in place, but it wouldn't start.

In a hurry, he called the maintenance worker from the post and telecommunications office, but even after all the effort, the problem wasn't fixed. He tried to get another generator, but the post office only had four or five, and they were all in use due to the power outage.

The students were arriving one after another, and the school leaders would soon be accompanying the education bureau officials. The classrooms were still pitch black. What should he do?

He asked the maintenance worker, "Can you fix it?"

"I'll try my best!" The worker was also unhappy. A good Sunday was ruined by being called to work overtime, and he was being rushed. "You're not my boss, so why are you rushing me?"

Well, let's just prepare the candles, Ye Tianlong thought helplessly.

Feng Yiping and the others were also watching the commotion. He watched the worker struggle with the 5,000-watt Honda generator, feeling...